It stopped raining.
And it’s been absolutely beautiful. Many clear, sunny days with temps in the 50s. Before I moved here, I expected to be bundled in a snowsuit and galoshes for nine months of the year. As a reference to anyone reading this who doesn’t live in the area, we’re located about 60 miles south of the Canadian border. I know – I envisioned 6-foot snow drifts and impassable roads too. But here it is early November and we’re working outside in light shirts and soaking in the sun.
Oh yeah, and we’re still harvesting veggies from the garden. The garden that I foolishly abandoned a month ago. Just for the record, we still have chard, spinach, lettuce, onions, beets, radishes, carrots, and parsley growing. Next year I plan on growing outdoors through November. I still have a cherry tomato plant in the greenhouse that’s producing, so I can’t bear to tear it down just yet.
For Friday night redneck fun we decided to take care of the huge burn pile down in the wood cutting gully. Well, tried to. Pouring a bunch of diesel all over the place did start a fire, but it was no match for 30 days and 30 nights of recent rainfall saturating all the brush. The next day we tried again, but it just didn’t take off and probably won’t until it dries out next summer some time.